ACT THE FOURTH.
SCENE I.—A Room in Cataplasma's House.
Enter Cataplasma and Soquette with needlework.
Cata. Come, Soquette, your work! let's examine your work. What's here? a medlar with a plum tree growing hard by it; the leaves o' the plum tree falling off; the gum issuing out o' the perished joints; and the branches some of 'em dead, and some rotten; and yet but a young plum tree. In good sooth very pretty.
Soqu. The plum tree, forsooth, grows so near the medlar that the medlar sucks and draws all the sap from it and the natural strength o' the ground, so that it cannot prosper.
Cata. How conceited you are![164] But here th'ast made a tree to bear no fruit. Why's that?
Soqu. There grows a savin tree next it, forsooth.[165]
Cata. Forsooth you are a little too witty in that.
Enter Sebastian.
Sebas. But this honeysuckle winds about this white thorn very prettily and lovingly, sweet Mistress Cataplasma.